Too Late For Regret: My Possessive Billionaire

Chapter 3

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od in the quiet hospital corridor, his chest tight. He reached up and ya

lit up with a preliminary report from his assi

a dangerous coldness settling over his features. He typed a rapid reply, or

d on her side, her back facing the door. She looked impossibly small in the ce

had no strategy to repair her shattered trust. His mind drew a blank, leaving him to grasp at the only non-capital solution he could remember. He would bu

summon his driver. He walked several blocks down the bus

is leather shoes fading down the hall. She slowly rolled o

bble of his creation, believing every sweet moment. Now, the

b swiped open the screen. The wallpaper was a photo of them smiling on a yac

le clicked. Alexzander walked bac

carefully pulled out a steaming oat milk

butter filled the room. Alexzander so

eat something. You

breathing remained steady. S

lled a chair close to the bed and sat down. His large frame l

r uninjured left shoulder,

cold as winter ice. She swung her left a

edge of the paper cup on the

. It splashed directly onto Alexzander's custom suit trous

did not yell. Instead, he grabbed a handful of paper towels and rapidly began wip

sy. The usual flawless composure o

ble. Her heart felt lik

id, her voice dripping with ice.

in his fist. He slowly lifted his head, a

s is your favorite bakery. I stood in lin

lly think a croissant erases the fact that you ab

o leverage billions, but he had no stra

e hardened, returning to its usual mask of

gaze head-on. "I have never been m

nced himself this was just pregnancy hormones makin

els into the trash bin. "Then

e room, his long strides eatin

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Too Late For Regret: My Possessive Billionaire

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“Ciara had just found out she was exactly six weeks pregnant. Overjoyed, she immediately dialed her billionaire husband, Alexzander, to share the news. But before she could speak, a chaotic crash echoed through the phone, followed by his raw, panicked roar. "Ellie, hold on!" Stunned by his desperate tone for another woman, Ciara didn't notice the heavy medical cart hurtling towards her until it smashed into her body. Covered in blood and clutching her cramping stomach in the emergency room, she fought to stay conscious. Suddenly, Alexzander rushed past her stretcher. He was frantically carrying Elliana-the heiress he claimed was just a legal obligation. He was so consumed with terror for Elliana that he didn't even glance down to see his own wife lying there, broken and bleeding. When Ciara later demanded a divorce, he trapped her against the sofa, his eyes cold and calculating. "Without my trust fund, you will lose everything. Are you truly prepared to throw away such privilege?" For four years, Ciara had endured the mockery of high society, believing his cold demeanor hid a deep love for her. But as she sat in their massive penthouse with a broken arm, she realized she might just be a cheap placeholder in his golden cage. When he finally returned, swearing on his empire that Ciara and the baby were his only priorities, Ciara stopped fighting. She stroked her stomach and accepted the truce. But the naive, trusting wife was dead. She would stay, but the moment she caught him in another lie, there would be no more tears-only absolute destruction.”